i DONT KNOW HOW TO WRITE.

I don't know exactly how to write; it's a mystery to me. It's not that I don't write, I do. It's just that the process remains a mystery to me. Some people outline what they write. Some create a block diagram. There are other tactics I've been told about, but I'm  too lazy. So I write in a style and manner in which I have become comfortable. Mostly I write satire.  Political satire, because I'm lazy. Nothing says lazy like picking up a turd dropped by a Republican candidate and dropping it in the alphabet soup of presidential shenanigans. And the turds abound in this group of stooges.

There are many ways to express yourself in writing. Fiction, history, humor, satire. I'm told there are physicists who write, though it's a mystery to me what they write. I write because I have something to say. Something others don't care to hear. So I put my thoughts in writing so I can, from some future promontory tell people who didn't want to hear that, "I told you so". Early in my maturation as a writer, a maturation than only started after I had matured, or some what say I had rotted, I liked reading the political writings of Mark Twain. Along the way I also read Mike Royko, Studs Terkel, and Molly Ivans. There were others but those are the political writers who stirred my juices. They are long gone. Long before my attempts to match their wit started. But they still inspire. Unlike them, I still write in obscurity. But I write. 

Sometimes my muse visits me and drops an idea which quickly becomes an essay which will piss off some Republican. More often I labor, still in obscurity, over my weekly offering,  typing a paragraph or two at a time. It does  not matter how, it only matters that I complete the essay and take a clean slice across the jugular of the party that has allowed fascism to return to our political discourse. At the end of the day, that is all that matters. 

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